Chapter One: HOW I GOT HERE
"Cameron Ann Morgan, get your bloody but out of the Jim and get go get changed!" yelled Bex. "I'm going Baxter, relax yourself."
Let me explain… My name is Cameron Anne Morgan and I'm 15. The one yelling at me is Bex, or Rebecca Baxter but we don't call her that (We actually want to live). "We" are my roommates and me. Macey McHenry, the senators daughter. She is what people call Supermodel material; black hair, piercing blue eyes and all American. Macey loves fashion and hates all things ugly. (she is 5'6) Then there is Liz or Elizabeth Sutton. She's what you call smarter than Einstein, innocent as can be, conscience the size Texas, all American, southern, bookworm. Her parents are dentist and outside of school she's pretty much as normal as it gets. She has blond short hair and light green eyes. (she is 5'3) Then we go back to Bex. Bex is in one word… exotic. She's British (accent and all) and her parents are Mi6. She has dark hair, dark eyes, tan skin and quite a temper. She is one girl who just screams "KICKASS." She's crazy and at some times clueless but has the fighting skills and temper of a bull. (she is 5'9)
Then there is me. Well I was born in Miami. (YES, IT IS DIFFERENT THEN THE BOOK) I have blue eyes and long chocolate brown hair. (I'm 5'8) My friends call me laid back but mysterious and breaking the rules is kind of my forte. Although different from Bex I know when to settle down and focus. I like being a "smartass" but playing innocent is a trained skill. "NEVER GET CAUGHT" that's my motto. Well actually my motto is "NEVER TAKE LIFE TOO SERIOUSLEY, NO ONE MAKES IT OUT ALIVE ANYWAY." But you get what I mean.
I have two older brothers Mathew (21) and Luke (19). I also have to two sisters; Kate (16) and Elli (11). Then there is my mother… we don't talk about her much. But if you must know her name is Tiffany, Tiffany Morgan. Me and her, not in the best relationship. Finally, Dad, he died when I was six and since then my family and me kind of fell apart.
A week after my dad died my mother put me in a "Government Approved Child Training Facility"… government approved my ass. It was hell, they beat and starved you, but did it all to make one heck of a spy. So I guess in the end it worked and I'm as good as it gets. But after six years of hell, you hate the soul person who put you in "camp" In the first place. When I finally got home, I was 12 and all I wanted was to be as far away from my family as possible. So, a month after I got back home, my two older brothers and I walked out and I haven't been home since. My brothers left to go on missions and I left… well I left to be anywhere but home.
Well enough about my suckish past. What matters is I'm here now at Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women and am going to get my but kicked if I don't run and get changed.
Run. Jump. Sprint. Duck.
That is what is going through my head as try to finish these night drills… at 3:00 in the morning. :I
You see my name is Zach Goode and I go to Blackthorne, a school for assassins. Most people call me the best at my school, cocky, and a ladies man. (hey, I'm just that goode) I have emerald green eyes dark brown hair and tan skin. I'm 15 and am 5'11. I have three roommates; Nick Parker, Grant Newman and Jonas Anderson. Jonas is the smart genius of the group and always has to think logically of things. He has dark curly hair and blue eyes and is 5'10. Then there's Nick Parker, he is the wild partier, pretty suave Casanova kind of guy who parents are as wealthy as can get. He has brown hair and brown eyes and is 5' 11. Finally there is Grant… ah Grant. He is the funny, strong… dumb one of the group. Don't get me wrong, me and Grant are like brothers but sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of his. Grant has dirty blond hair, light brown eyes and is pretty well built. He is also the tallest out of us and 6'1.
I cant exact tell you anything about my past except for the fact that it pretty much sucked. Well now back to the present. Night drills… at three a.m. … in the morning.
